Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I was up most of the night, and then when we got home -- a... family camping trip of sorts... -- I was put in charge of the baby. My foster sister, of sorts," she said, chatting easily and amiably despite feeling like crap. She'd always been naturally gregarious and open. There were only a few lies she'd ever gotten good at telling, and none of them had come up yet. "So you could say I've just been very very busy, with a nice metabolism to go with it."
"Yeah, that's the basics of it. Even if they're not sibs, per se." She gestured at the chair across from her. "Please, do." Her grin widened slightly as she looked him over, still leaned back in her chair. She peered at him playfully through her lashes; he certainly was a tall one. "You can butter me up anytime."